Sunday, February 12, 2006

Safe

Of ripe melon skin, I entangle in embrace,

So mellifluously oneiric in touch,

While honey lavishes my upturned tasting face-

Spilled piquance savors so much.

Softly cradled next to a heart that understands-
such a measured beat portends
more than comprehends.

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